sippy cup throw down

I figure we either set boundaries now or we battle it out in the teens. Ella's been testing the will of her mother lately, and it's a hard battle to win. She doesn't care about much . . . not her toys, not food, not treats, not movies . . . but one thing she cares about is the sacred sippy cup (and Evan, i guess, but that's another story.) Milk, warm, 3 times a day and once before bed. I know, warm milk . . . yuck, but for her, it's paradise.

So we had ourselves a little sippy cup throw down. After a couple of warnings, I cut the sippy up while she threw a world war II kind of tantrum. As they say, it hurt me more than her, but it was time to draw the line in the sand. Anyway, it seemed to get us back on track and we've been having an awesome summer at the pool and with the posse. Ella even got her first eye exam today, and as she said "Mom, Dad's a doctor just like me!"

Kate's doing awesome. Always smiling, easy going, and in training for some early crawling.